Sometimes I feel like Bill Murray in Groundhog Day. I wake up to the same day over and over. That’s the way it’s been lately. Today is another grey and cool day. It feels damp but no rain or snow – yet.
Wish I could be a wee bit more worldly and talk about more worldly issues like the post, The World is Not Flat. But alas, I can only talk about my every day mundane struggles. I am afraid, dear readers, that it’s all about me. That is all you are going to get – my myopic views of the world as I see it!
How am I seeing my world today? There’s still a lot of the same grey, cool dreariness of yesterday. I push myself to pump up my own adrenalin to head out the door with Sheba for an early morning fast walk. The crisp air helps to propel me forward even though Sheba would rather stop and smell the coffee. Some other morning, Sheba.
There is no point in moping over the weather. It is what it is. I am moving through the day. There are no end of things to do – books to be read and written, seedlings to transplant. My cross-stitch of Jesus is calling me. I’ve been working on it off and on for a few years. It is time to complete unfinished projects.